Unscramble Shiver Novels & Stories

Each shiver is a silent confession, and I savor this vertigo I have already sown within him. I reach out, brush his cheek, then his neck, letting my fingers linger gently, as if to awaken a sensation his mind is trying to repress. His eyes close more tightly, his jaw relaxes slightly, and I feel his breath become shorter, warmer. I subtly guide his hands, his arms, each contact a silent signal, an invitation to surrender to the choreography I dictate.